Chapter 2

The call was answered by a caregiver at the hospice. In my final stages, I was tormented by cancer pain every day. This kind brother of a caregiver patiently listened to my troubles, helped massage me to relieve my pain, and assisted me in many ways.

"Ms. Thompson, this is Safe Haven Hospice. Mr. Wilson passed away from cancer two months ago. Mr. Wilson specifically instructed me before he died that if Ms. Thompson called, to ask her to come to the hospice. He has some things to give you." His tone was polite but distant.

"What kind of trick are you playing now?" Mia was shocked.

"Mr. Wilson is dead, Ms. Thompson. He died here at the hospice, tormented by cancer. You will never see him again."

"I don't know what kind of joke you're making, but tell Lucas it's not funny at all!

Please tell him that my necklace is very important. If he helped me pick it up, please make sure he brings it over as soon as possible.

We're all very busy, not like him, who can idle away his time day trading stocks and dreaming up big plans. Thank you."

My job was a securities economist, with flexible working hours and high income. I was solely responsible for all expenses at home, including buying the house, the car, and all other big and small expenditures.

But in Mia's eyes, because my job allowed me to take better care of the house, I became someone who didn't have a proper job.

"Ms. Thompson, I think it would be better if you came here in person. Mr. Wilson left behind a cat. I'm taking care of it now, but it's clearly unhappy. I think it might cheer up if it were with you."

"A cat? I've told him long ago to get rid of that cat. Now he doesn't want to keep it and wants to dump it on me? No way!" With that, she angrily hung up the phone.